AfrikaBurn really is another planet. Especially compared to last year. Which is why I'm so glad to be back home here in Jozi. Sure, epic fun was had by all, at night mostly, but something's changed from last year, and it's probably me. So while I'll never judge those who will undoubtedly be telling everyone how amazing this year was, I think this will be my last AfrikBurn for a while. Until, at least, I can figure out a way to re-capture the magic that stirred in me all those times before, when AfrikaBurn wasn't all about partying into the wee hours of the morning. When it was also about human connection and kindness and inspiration and witnessing the best of humanity when societal boundaries are dissolved around us and we're left to just be respectful towards one another... The aspects of life I hold so dear that were so minimal at AfrikaBurn this year I could hardly see it. And yes, there will be those who'll say that I should "be the change I want to see." That it's up to me... And they may be right. And you know what, I may just do it. I'm just not convinced it'll be in Tankwa Town.
(pic by Phil Joubert)